His head snaps with the punch, the force of it against already abraded skin enough to black his vision, but it's nothing compared to the pain he feels at the sight of her face. It's not just the blood he put there, or the grime - he put that anger there, too, that fear and those tears, put that tremor in her voice.
And then she hauls him in and kisses him and it's like being punched all over again, all the moreso when she releases him and Jason still can't decide which part of this was a mistake.
Letting her see his face? Or starting this at all?
"I wasn't to hurt you," he finally ekes out. "Allison." You don't know how bad it gets. Even as she's clinging to him, Jason can't decide if she's going to leave. He knows very well what it is to love someone with all your heart and still turn away, to run for the slim chance that you can still make it out intact, and for a moment he almost wants that for her.
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Date: 2014-09-19 09:22 pm (UTC)And then she hauls him in and kisses him and it's like being punched all over again, all the moreso when she releases him and Jason still can't decide which part of this was a mistake.
Letting her see his face? Or starting this at all?
"I wasn't to hurt you," he finally ekes out. "Allison." You don't know how bad it gets. Even as she's clinging to him, Jason can't decide if she's going to leave. He knows very well what it is to love someone with all your heart and still turn away, to run for the slim chance that you can still make it out intact, and for a moment he almost wants that for her.
She'd be safer.
The thought of it still feels like bleeding out.
"It wasn't."